[Her sigh is quiet, almost peaceful against his shoulder. He doesn't have to be okay. He needs to breathe, to be sometimes. She wonders for a few moments if he ever talked to Sheehan, did art therapy, but she isn't sure. Zack might have been too restless for that.
But she'll be here for him now. She'll offer him a kiss to his temple, and hold him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
Because he is.]
Maybe it isn't. Screwed up I mean. Could you tell me what happened?
Maybe we can figure out what to do, together.
[She's more than happy to listen. It wouldn't be the first nor the last time she tried to listen, to help. Especially for Zack. She wanted him to know he was safe, that he could tell her things.
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But she'll be here for him now. She'll offer him a kiss to his temple, and hold him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
Because he is.]
Maybe it isn't. Screwed up I mean. Could you tell me what happened?
Maybe we can figure out what to do, together.
[She's more than happy to listen. It wouldn't be the first nor the last time she tried to listen, to help. Especially for Zack. She wanted him to know he was safe, that he could tell her things.
And she could tell him things too.]